Lapsided

He told a story about an elderly man
who had two neighbors who lived down the hall from him. A couple who meet at a bar in a city . He worked 3 days in 12 hour shifts. She worked 5 days Monday thru Friday, 8 hour shifts.
There lives where convenient, they had three vehicles and when there shedules allowed them they go to the Swappa's club. One night they got dolled up and went swapping. I don't know what happened the story teller recalls: but only he came home. Crying and his unraveled, he spoke to no one,
he went to work like everyday, on the 3 day of his cycle she came home. To what concern she asked me, angered
that others saw her shame, she reminded them of her deceitfulness and how they thought someone like her could be anything but goddess, which alone should and could justify how she treated her man. Her things  in the overnight bag where placed at the door. I smelled her cigarette down the hall the storyteller mentioned. When the gentlemen came home the old fella told the man she's in there.
He told them both We love your happiness, we think the world of  you both, work things out through all these stresses I never had anyone to love me, and being alone ain't just some sad slow song. People divide happy people because they can. A  poor man, can take a rich woman and never know how to keep her, trust me that swaggas club was there when I had someone, my stories different you can't gain someone unobtainable. If you are the no man, find out why the yes man wins, and you lose. Some people understand why things work for some and not others. When we find out why the wish conspiracies against you, might that man make that woman see.